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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine